living, free? verse
a madness rumored
storied pain, tales of lust
and perfect love
cries in rage and shame,
enough, ah, enough.
laughing children in the yard, some
gone a bloody way,
a youth of brittle glass
senior proms,yes, looking down from bridges.
middle aged regret , still
taunting death while
teasing life, hollow prayers echo
redemption , a renewal, tho
afraid today, to start another
scribble.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
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hi randy, nope, i won't explain this one. this is open to anything the reader wants to bring to it. you can see that pastor in you randy. that's a good thing really, as that is what you are among other things. you've turned my poem into a sermon. feel free to use it. made me smile and shake my head a little. : )
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